From a Silver Spoon

Among the nicknacks and mementos in my parents house there was one that particularly interested me as a child. In fact even now this object still captivates me. That object is silver spoon. This spoon doesn’t exist in a elaborate setting of heirloom dinnerware, no it is on its own. And the spoon was used, everyday my mother told me, by my great grandmother. There is evidence of this from the patina and tarnish that extends down the handle. Once there was intricate patterning in the handle now it is barely there. But most interesting, with regard to this spoon, is the asymmetry of the actual spoon part. Half of the spoon has been ground down to about a 35° angle. Again, my mother describes this happening as a result of my my great-grandmother using her spoon to stir the same pot of mush in the same way, day after day.

3 Responses to “From a Silver Spoon”

  1. Becky Petty Says:

    I can’t believe that I am so much older than you that I remember Grandma using that spoon! Or is it one of those thought that I think I remember because I have heard the story so much!

  2. Peter Bain Says:

    Sliver or silver, they’re both right.
    -Peter Bain

  3. admin Says:

    Thanks, Peter

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